Well there's something wrong    I am tired and I am dead    When it's really bad    I can feel it in my heart and in my hands      Please, please help me I need help    Please, please call me I'm not well    I thought I was ready    I thought I could be trusted by myself      Times running out    I am selfish I am tired    And it's way to late to sit back    And make lists of mistakes    Just so I can make things right    Please cut me down    I've been swinging for so long      What is my name, what is it called    Is this the consequence of a life that I've lived wrong    What is my name, and who did I hurt    If I could go back and say I'm sorry    You'd be first